Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 1, 2025
That billiard-room is before me now, with the pictures that adorned it, all of them masterpieces L'Improvisateur, by Leopold Robert; La Feeme du Brigand, by Schnetz, Faust and Marguerite, by Ary Scheffer; Venice, by Ziegler hanging round. I see the most frequent guests too.
In my bed, fragrant with lavender, I dreamed that I was once again a child, and that as I knelt in the college chapel I was admiring the blonde and ecstatic women with which the gallery was filled, when suddenly out of a cloud over my head I seemed to hear a voice say: "Ary, you believe that you love them in God, but it is God you love in them."
The next morning when I woke I found M. Safrac standing at the side of my bed. "Come, Ary, and hear the Mass which I am about to celebrate for your intention. After the Holy Sacrifice I shall be ready to listen to what you have to say." The Church of Artigues was a little sanctuary in the Norman style which still flourished in Aquitaine in the twelfth century.
I ain't got a cocktail thirst, and all the money I got is a dollar and forty cents and I've got to buy a new ax, the last one being plumb wore out, and I can love you just about eleven times as much as your first husband did. You see, ma'am, he went all to fat. And there ain't ary ounce of fat on me. And I'll roll up my sleeve and show you, and say, 'Mrs.
'Ca'se I gives you warnin' right yere an' now that ef you's hopin' to git a split out of me you mout jes' ez well stop dreamin' ary sech a delusion an' become undelirious ag'in." "Stop, Brother Lovin'," broke in Jeff in the tone of one aggrieved at being unjustly accused. "Has I asted you fur anything? Then wait till I does so." "All right," agreed Æsop.
Old Bishop himself, sorting over some trace-chains behind the counter, nodded grimly, and then smiled, his wintry face grown suddenly tender. "You've shore struck it, Newt," assented Joe Trimble. "You never kin tell how ary one of 'em 'll ack under any succumstances." Jack Carter and Sid Northcutt, the only bachelors present, grinned and winked slyly at each other.
Hain't ary reason, as I kin see, why hit should be ary bigger if hit could. Lord knows there's 'nough of hit as 't is; rough 'nough, too, as you-all 'd sure know if you-all had ter trapse over them there hills all yer life like I've had ter." "But, isn't it wonderful to-night, Judy? It seems to me I have never seen it so perfect."
"Will you have a cup of coffee?" said a soft little voice at the man's elbow. He started. "Ach! Sure Miss, I wouldn't be troublesome." "It's no trouble. Will you have some tea or some coffee?" " 'Dade, sorrow a drop ever I tuk of ary one of 'em but the one time, plase yer ladyship. It's too good for me, sure; that's why it don't agree wid me, Miss."
She was not the equal of her sister as a musician and could not have survived the decline of her voice as the latter did. Madame Viardot was not beautiful, indeed, she was far from it. The portrait by Ary Scheffer is the only one which shows this unequalled woman truthfully and gives some idea of her strange and powerful fascination.
In the library, downstairs, are portraits of Charles James Fox a very fine one; of the late Lord Holland; of Talleyrand, by Ary Scheffer, perhaps the best in existence, and the only one which he said that he ever sat for; of Sir Samuel Romilly; Sir James Mackintosh; Lord Erskine, by Sir Thomas Lawrence; Tierney; Francis Horner, by Raeburn, so like Sir Walter Scott, by the same artist, that I at first supposed it to be him; Lord Macartney, by Phillips; Frere, by Shea; Mone, Lord Thanet; Archibald Hamilton; late Lord Darnley; late Lord King, when young, by Hoppner; and a very sweet, foreign fancy portrait of the present Lady Holland.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking